Gran’ma and Gram’pa Allen’s bridge
Is in a wooded canyon.
On north and south are rolling ridges
Watching o’er the narrow span.
Sometimes the waters swirl beneath
And shout at bases standing firm.
Absorbing hardship, they bequeath
Courageous spirit, bold and stern.
In other season, the river softly flows
Underneath the solid span.
Without a ripple, on it goes,
As part of Heaven’s plan.
Sturdy girders tie together
Common lives on facing shores -
One side grass, the other heather,
But joined forever, fast and sure.